Voyeur

“Callum,” she breathed nipping at my lips. “Can you . . .”

“It’s okay. Ask me.” I wasn’t sure what she planned to ask, but I wanted to try.

“Can we start slow? Can I, can I watch you while you watch me? No touching, yet.”

I tried and lost the fight to hide my wince.

“Okay. That’s okay,” she rushed to reassure me. “I’m just selfish to see you. More than in a dark corner or out of sight behind me.”

“It would only be fair since I’ve watched you,” I joked, but it was empty. I looked down, ashamed to have my weaknesses laid out in front of her.

After a pause, her eyebrows shot up. “I have an idea.”

Oaklyn stood and began moving the overstuffed chair back into the corner. She then came back and pulled me to stand before leading me to the chair. Once I was seated, she turned off all the lights until only the kitchen light barely illuminated the couch and almost hid me completely. Then she perched herself on the cushions, facing me.

“Pretend you’re at Voyeur,” she whispered.

I didn’t deserve her, but I watched her anyway. I watched her shimmy her leggings down and part her thighs. I watched her tug the lace of her bra aside and pluck at her nipples before dropping a hand to between her legs. She teased, rolling her head back on her shoulders before, pushing the material aside and exposing her wet pussy to me.

My hips flexed, and I groaned, dragging my hand down the erection straining against my pants. Her breaths urged me on and I unzipped my jeans, the rasp seeming to scream my intentions. Her eyes flickered in my direction but immediately went back to the ceiling. Her fingers circled her opening, and I pulled my cock out of my pants, stroking the hard flesh, not once taking my eyes from her.

“Callum,” she breathed, sinking her fingers inside herself, fucking her core. I mimicked her movements, groaning at the intimacy of the moment. The way I was completely consumed by watching her, consumed by the sounds of our breathing happening in sync as though we were actually fucking.

The emotions raged through me and sunk straight to my balls. Swelling inside me, making me feel bigger than my bones, like I could conquer anything. Like an addict, I craved more. I wanted more from her.

“Oaklyn,” I moaned. “Look at me.” Without hesitation her eyes dropped to mine, holding my gaze, somehow not sinking lower to watch my fist on my cock. “Watch me.”

She did, and my dick twitched, jumping at attention under her stare. Her fingers matched the movement of my strokes and her whole body seemed to undulate under the pressure. Her whimpers growing louder and coming faster.

“Come with me. Callum, come with me.”

Her thumb snaked out to rub at her clit and her body tightened, her thighs flexing and spreading as her core tightened around her fingers. And I came. With her eyes on me, I stroked my cock until white ropes of cum shot across my chest.

“Fuck, Oaklyn,” I breathed.

“Not yet,” she panted out of breath. “But maybe someday.”

She smiled, and my chest shook with laughter. My body felt light like it would float away. My chest expanded on each breath, each one a little easier. And she was laughing and smiling with me. Ten feet stood between us, but right then, I felt more tied to her than I did when my tongue was buried between her legs.

Oaklyn was either going to make me or destroy me. I just hoped it was the former, because I didn’t have much more left to destroy.

She tugged her underwear back over herself and walked to the kitchen before coming back with a wet washcloth.

“Thank you,” I said, holding her stare.

She understood that I was thanking her for so much more than the washcloth. “Anything, Callum.”

By the time I’d cleaned up and tucked myself back in my pants, she’d pulled her sweater back on, but left her legs bare.

“Do you want to stay?” she asked, tipping her head to the bed off to the side.

“I don’t know if I can,” I answered honestly.

“Will you try?”

Could I?

For her, I’d try anything.

Nodding, I got up and moved with her to bed. I had no idea how it would go. I sometimes had nightmares and woke up shaking and sweating, but everything in me urged me to lay out on the bed and hold her as close as I could, never letting her go.

I still wanted to warn her.

“I’ve never done this before.”

She rolled to face me and smiled. “Neither have I.”

“Yeah, but you’re nineteen.”

“There’s no required age for experiences. I’m sure there are men out there who have never shared a bed with anyone who are much older than you.”

“I guess you’re right.”